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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Brandi Shotze on May 10, 2012, 08:39:23 PM
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The scene fades in to see SCW resident redneck Brandi Shotze, sitting in a coffee shop, her hand wrapped loosely around a cup. Just a few seconds later, tag team partner, friend and fellow party girl, Cookie S'Mores sits down opposite her, holding a cup of her own. The plus sized wrestler looks across at a disgrunted looking Brandi.
"What's wrong" Cookie's tone fills the immediate oxygen around
"Well you brought me to this place. I mean they don't sell booze in this dump, and well, booze makes everything a party" Brandi replies with a wink "Hell, even church, they give you that wine stuff and everyone's a damn sight happier"
"Really?" Cookie asks, her eyebrow arching "That's what's getting you down?"
"Nah" Brandi says with a smile "I just forgot my flask to liven up the weakest of beverages"
Cookie flicks her hair back and reaches in to her pocket nervously and reaches out, pulling out a silver flask. She slides it across the table.
"I've learned fast to carry one of these around with me" Cookie says proudly "You're a miserable bitch when you forget yours"
Brandi grabs the flask and flips open the top, pouring dark liquid in to her cup of coffee. She screws the lid back on and hands it back to Cookie. Brandi picks up her coffee and takes a sip/
"Perfect" she exclaims "Much more Irish! Life if better with a drink. Those people who give up the booze because they think it's bad for them are just morons, they'll always go back to it in the end, because they will see everything is better when you see double and can't walk"
"Does that include concussions?" Cookie asks with a cheeky smile.
Brandi leans back in her chair slighty, her left eyebrow arched as she scratches her forehead with her right hand. She smiles across the table at Brandi.
"What's got in ta ya?" Brandi says exhaling, before putting her hand up before Cookie can answer "Or should I say who's got in to you?"
Cookie turns her head to the side with a smile.
"You're the one with all the attention it seems" Cookie fires back.
"It's because my huge tits" Brandi says returning the fire.
A man behind the two sitting at a table chokes on his coffee, Brandi spins her chair to look at him.
"They are massive, aren't they?" She asks the man.
The man chokes, turning bright red with a hint of shock mixed with embarrassment. The man splutters, as he coughs, trying to clear his throat to breath again. Brandi shrugs her shoulders back and turns back to Cookie with a smile.
"See, big bangers get people breathless" She says with a wink "It's why people in SCW want a shot of Brandi. Best line I've heard has to be from Johnny Brown on Twitter asking if I wanna go half and half on having a bastard"
Cookie smiles and shakes her head
"He does have some charm" Cookie says rolling her eyes
"Yeah, especially when he talks about kicking peoples heads in" Brandi replies with an approving nod of her head "It appeals to the redneck in me"
"Oh, redneck in you" Cookie says with her eyes widening "That explains the noises coming from your room last night"
Brandi tries her best innocent look on Cookie, but Cookie shakes her head fast.
"Not working sister" She says quickly.
Cookie picks up her coffee, taking a sip and looks back at Brandi.
"You can't pull off the innocent look you know" Cookie tells Brandi
"I can" Brandi says "Problem is I haven't been innocent since I was sixteen, so I forget what innocent looks like a lot of the time"
"I know that feeling" Cookie says in agreement "But I'm cute enough to get away with the innocent thing"
Brandi raises her eyebrows again at Cookie.
"Ah, you're about as innocent as Bill Clinton around an intern" Brandi shoots towards Cookie
Cookie smiles at Brandi, her eyes wide and devilish
"It's more fun this way anyway" Cookie says with a wink. "Anyway, did you hear about an announcement for Bombshell this week on the show"
Brandi takes a sip from her coffee and looks up, slightly unbothered
"Yeah" she says casually "But unless it's an announcent that means I can referee all Bo's mud matches, I don't really care. That native has one hell of an ass on him."
"I noticed you was enjoying that way too much" Cookie comments
"Telling me you wouldn't?" Brandi replies
"Oh I woulda slapped that native ass as much as I could have" Cookie says with a smile "He could whack that tomahawk out any time he likes for me"
"Admit it" Brandi starts "You were jealous"
"Sure" Cookie replies "Completely jealous with you up close and personal with Bo and Kennedy. That's a sandwhich I would love to be the meat in"
Brandi smiles widely
"It wasn't a bad place to be" Brandi replies with a thoughtful look on her face "Only problem was I was washing mud out of my ass for a week later. That shit is like sand, it gets in places you don't expect. Shower gel sales went through the freaking roof when it came to getting that shit off. It was everywhere."
"It's good for the skin" Cookie says with a wink.
"So is other stuff too" Brandi replies "But I don't wanna spend four days washing that shit off either"
Cookie rolls her eyes at Brandi, a smile on her face as she watches her Party Girl team mate sip her 'Irish-ed up' coffee.
"Still, you're going from mud match referee to main event Bombshell within a few weeks" Cookie says "Not many people can say they've done that you know"
Brandi looks a little apprehensive with her reply to Cookie
"Honestly" Brandi says "It's a match I didn't want. If I had the choice, I would have asked not to be in it."
Cookie looks confused
"Why? It's main event, against the bombshell champion" Cookie says confused
"Because I mentioned to the staff when I got here, I did not want a shot at the championship too soon, I did not want a main event just yet. I wanted to work my way up, have a little fun. I did NOT want this match!" Brandi's voice gets louder, cause people to stop and stare.
Brandi glares around at the people watch, who quickly go back to their business.
"Clearly" Brandi starts "Some people can't take the hint"
"Relax" Cookie says, reaching over the table and putting her hand on Brandi's shoulder "They clearly think you're ready got this. You are ready for this, you're about to go up against a double champion here, and if, or when you defeat her, that puts you in line for a title shot. You deserve this, the staff are clearly bored at seeing Misty, Kittie and Raynin swapping the title constantly. With all these other bombshells appearing, this could be the right time to push yourself up to the top and make yourself known before one of these other new people come in and try and steal your thunder."
"You've been here longer than I have" Brandi grumbles "You should be the one in this match and I should be the one outside playing cheerleader. I just wanna kick some ass, not worry about stupid shit like every silly bitch in Sin City Wrestling"
"Ah" Cookie replies, pushing her lower lip out "But just think, if you took that title, you could then kick everyone's ass who comes near you. That gold attracts people like..."
"Flies round shit?" Brandi says cutting her off
"I was gonna say bees to honey, but that works too" Cookie says with a laugh.
"Here's the thing" Brandi says slowly "IF I end up whooping Misty's ass, as I expect I will, and people come out of nowhere to get at me, I don't think I can control those demons. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep them quiet long enough to stay in control"
Cookie frowns at Brandi
"So?" Cookie replies curiously "You can use those demons to do what you want, kick a little ass, except this time, instead of you waiting to get put against them, they will come to you. It's like food delivery services."
Brandi rubs her chin with her left hand, her fingers gripping the coffee cup with her right hand.
"Unleash them baby!" Cookie urges "Put yourself on the map, make yourself look like a star, beat the hell out of these two"
Brandi smiles
"I won't lie" Brandi says "I can't wait to get in the ring again with that talentless pig faced fucker who is supposedly a model. That little skank has been trying to start a Twitter war all week, she's just embarrassing herself really. You should join Twitter"
Cookie frowns and shakes her head
"SCW has gone twitter mad lately" Cookie comments
"Yeah" Brandi replies with a smile "Because it's fun to watch your opponent make a complete idiot of themselves before they even get in the ring"
Cookie stands up, as does Brandi.
"Right, let's see what kinda action we can get around here" Cookie says encouragingly
Brandi rises to her feet and the camera fades out
*******
So the day is said and done. Brandi looks down from her high level hotel room, in to the night sky, she turns around to see the camera facing right at her. Brandi speaks towards the camera.
"Ah mister cameraman. You haven't been invited here because of your looks, so I wouldn't worry too much about breaking the vow you made when you put that ring on your finger, oh no, you've been brought here because I have to talk. You see, unlike some people who get their shit together real late, or don't post at all, or make excuses, I like to get my work done and dusted so I can go out and get drunker then an alcoholic at a keg party."
Brandi clears her throat
"This match is a little new for me, main event, against not only a champion, but a double champion and I was a little concerned at this at first. I didn't want this really, I tried to make clear that Brandi Shotze should not be in the main event for a while, but no one listened. I wanted to work my way up, so I could learn to control the things inside of my, crazier then a pissed off raccoon in a trash can, head, but no. For some reason I'm facing a champion, sorry double champion, before I can really learn how to control myself. Thanks to whatever jerk offs thought putting me in a main event, was a wise idea. All it's done is taken me out of the shadows before I can settle things and put me in to the spotlight, thanks for that. You know what that means? It means your double champion, one of the pride pieces of this company is gonna get hurt. Don't blame me for it oh wise bookers, go look in the mirror because now, you've got yourself to blame when someone gets really hurt"
Brandi looks very serious.
"I'm gonna talk about that double champ a little later, but I wanna talk about the weakest link in that team first. Save the best for last, right?"
Brandi looks away from the camera, picking up a silver hip flask with a cross on it, flipping the top open.
"Ah, lets talk about the slut that is Veronica Taylor. We've met before haven't we pig face? We've been in the same ring before in a tag match and I remember that your slutty little ass getting beat. I know you're used to being on your back groaning, but this time when you're on your back, you won't be wondering what the guy on top of you's name is. You'll be wondering what day it is. Let's take a look at this skanky little bitch shall we? She standings in front of a camera in little outfits, doing that stupid duck lips thing, and thinks that's talent? No sweetheart, that's just someone paying you for softcore porn, bet your parents are sooooo proud of you. Will they visit you in hospital when I stamp the shit out of you? Will people still love you after I break your face? NO! CAUSE NO ONE LOVES YOU NOW! Look at you, take a look at yourself. You stand in front of a camera and think you make a difference to the world? You're pathetic, you are less use to this world then a janitor, at least they make a difference to someone somewhere, you, you YOU make no difference to anyone at all. No one cares about you, because you are a no one."
Brandi closes her eyes, breathing deeply taking a hit from that flask. She lets a soft growl pass her lips and looks back in to the camera.
"This woman is seriously deluded, she thinks she's pretty, she thinks shes a future Bombshell champion! How deluded can one airhead get? Look at her, she can't be bothered to send in promos, she thinks she's gonna be a champion. This woman, this woman who thinks she can lead pretty people when she's the roughest model I've ever seen, thinks she is good enough to be a champion? She's as thick as shit, seriously thick as shit, what fucking planet are you living on darling, has it been discovered yet? This is a chick who sits there being a keyboard warrior on Twitter. You need to shut the fuck up sweerheart before someone takes that 'pretty' little face of yours and slams it repeatedly in to the ground until you stop moving, that's right, until you stop moving, I think I might make that happen pig face."
Brandi stops for a second, flipping the lid back on top of the flask
"I will knock some sense in to you uggo. Accuses me of being jealous, jealous of what? Jealous that teenage boys use you as material to get their rocks off. There is no jealous feelings from me, how can I get jealous of a silly little airhead. Go back to standing in front of cameras bitch, because this is my world and you're not good enough to be part of it. You are nothing but a future porn star, do something useful you cheap two dollar whore, go practice your fake O face, start embracing your future you embarrassment"
Brandi takes a deep breath
"I feel sorry for you Misty, having to team with that thing. Even you must know you're screwed having her on your side, but then, I made a shocking discovery Misty."
Brandi looks serious for a few seconds
"I found out that you're just as big of an idiot as your bimbo partner is. You see, I have to confess, when I set you up with that comment on twitter, calling you a vampires meal, I really thought you'd get it, I really did, but it seems your hair turned blonde and it went flying over that head of yours, the reply came flying back to me thinking that I meant SHE was the vampire"
Brandi puts her hand on her forehead, slowly shaking her head.
"Gonna explain it again for ya, just in case you missed it the first time. People look pale after they've been drained of blood, you look the exact same color as them, therefore, you're a vampires meal. Do you get it stupid or would you like me to run that one by ya again?"
Brandi smiles
"Than you reference Twilight books, what are you? thirteen? Grow the fuck up! Dracula would be pissed at you if you think those little glittered, guyliner fairy boys are actually vampires. Seriously. You think you're something special Misty, cause of those two little title belts, but take away the titles you emo bitch, take away the titles and take a look at yourself. I never deny who I am, I'm a redneck bitch who will whoop ya sorry ass so hard, I will smack you in to next Thursday but you, you're not pretty when you take away the titles. You're a silly little girl who likes fucking people when they're back's turned"
Brandi flicks her hair back and stares wild eyed in to the camera/
"Next time you plan on fucking someone from behind, at least pull their hair and spank their ass, give them a good time"
Brandi takes a deep breath.
"Double champion, well done Misty, give yourself a huge round of applause, raise the roof, all the rest of that shit and enjoy it while you can. Now I'm not saying I'm gonna come after you and rip that bombshell title from your paws, but have you seen the competition lately Misty? There's some serious bad ass chicks gunning for you and that title, now can you handle that? I don't think you can because you're a coward Misty. You run from everything when the going gets too tough for you. Spike might not know this yet, but he dodged a bullet here. He's gonna go out, find someone a million times better then you could ever be. You're a horrible person, a lucky wrestlers and you're paler than a bottle of milk. There's not a lot good going for you right now, eh Misty? It's about to get worse, you see I'm not one of these people to back away, or hide behind some stupid bitch who like playing with fire, hell, I couldn't give two shits about her, I come to fight, I come to hurt, it's good for my anger issue. I have those don't you know, I have a few issues, well, people call them issues, I call them healthy. Nothing more stress relieving then kicking the shit outta silly little girls like you."
Brandi clears her throat again.
"You and your little two dollar whore partner don't stand a chance milk bottle, I'm gonna be putting some color in to your almost dead cheeks, fist after fist, after fist, after fist. I won't be the only one wanting to do it because between you, and your partner, and your partners worthless little mean girl friend, there's a lot of hate in your direction. I know you'll try to run, try and hide, kick someone in the dick on the way and run you crazy bitch but running is pointless Misty. You should try and control your tag team partner, try and shut her up because she is not helping your cause. She's digging you deeper and deeper in to the quicksand and there's nothing you can do to pull yourself out of it. I might not really know my tag team partner, but from what I see, I can rely on her a lot more then you can rely on that little pissy princess you have on your team"
Brandi's face changes to intense seriousness.
"Vixen is gonna take your title at some point Misty, she is, she's gonna take your gold and leave you with nothing. The woman is already a champion, she will be laying claim to being a double champion soon, you'll be left with what you deserve, absolutely nothing at all. You will be left with nothing but your pillow to hug at night. You will be shown for the worthless person that you truly are. Face reality Misty, stare it in the eye, because come Climax Control, this redneck bitch will be ripping your head off your damn shoulders, this redneck bitch will be destroying you. This redneck bitch will make you see that you are not worthy of holding that claim to fame gold you have. This is gonna be a long night for you Misty, a very long night, in fact, after I'm gone ripping you to shreads, book a vacation, go somewhere hot, go toast up that pasty white ass of yours and come back looking normal, instead of looking like a walking advertisement on why people should give blood. You'll soon see that this wrestling game, is not for you anymore, it's not for people who run away."
Brandi smiles
"Be very ready ladies because this is your walking, talking, living nightmare. Vixen and I are going to hurt you in so many ways. Taylor, I will be doing what the whole of the SCW Bombshell roster wanna see me do and break your face. Only modelling jobs you'll be getting in the future will be for dentures because those little teeth of yours, they're about to be removed in the most painful way possible and Misty, oh snowflake Misty, this is gonna be a huge eye opener for you, this is gonna be where you see that's you're not as good as you think you are"
Brandi stares down the camera.
"Vixen and Brandi for the win?"
Brandi nods
"Yeaaaaaaaah!"
The camera fades to darkness